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I often envy my husband. As a southern French-Canadian catholic, I don't have any "stuff". My husband has lots of "stuff". He's Japanese and Hawaiian, and therefore, has a background containing culture and history and...stuff. Bon Dances. Cool food. Pride. A monarchy created by one guy from Hawi, a small village on the big island. Me? Meat pies. Church. A multitude of jokes about my native state. Whoopee. made this weekend, entirely from scratch: a pumpkin pie and a green bean casserole. Safeway didn't have enough creminis. Also threw some curry powder together with the help if a recipe online. Ran out of cumin. I'm a haole. I'm a haole Asian wannabe. To the great amusement of many, I'm sure, I feel Asian. I identify with Asian culture. But I'm so obviously not Asian that I stick out like a big throbbing thumb. My kids are part Asian, but I don't think that's enough even to give me honorary status as a local. As much as I treasure my individuality and hate the idea of following crowds; of embracing trends, I guess I do want to be like everyone else. I don't want to stick out; don't want to be unique. I hate that people in my building think of me as "the haole lady with the kids". I want to be just "the lady with the kids". --- I don't really feel passionate either way about the UH football team, but I sure am glad we beat Alabama on Saturday. As a native of Florida, I am required by law to hate the Tide. Hey, that's another thing we have in the south. The SEC. in the ear: the 2nd to none album by Elvis --- Ryan scored tickets to a charity dinner auction on Friday night. It was the first time I'd been away from Zac for more than an hour...ever, I think. Of course, I was worried about him and Katie, but not really worried. I was more intent on having a good time. I wanted to make the most of it. Alone time with Ryan these days is a rare enough commodity. | ||||||
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Comments I can *so* empathize. The only thing interesting about my background, aside from the fact that I'm areligious because my mom was raised Catholic and my dad was raised Mormon and they both hated church, is the 3-6% of me that's Choctaw. But you know, you really could pass for hapa, with your dark hair and that neat tilt to your eyes. And I can really see how Katie and Zac resemble you. Now, when I have kids, I don't think they'll look anything like me. I hope I don't feel like a freak then, with my Asian last name and Asian looking kids and blond hair. It'll be hard enough to explain to the kids why I obsessively crave potatoes of any kind (all that Irish blood) without having to explain to strangers that my kids aren't adopted. The ironic thing is that Vince swears I'm more Asian than he is. At least I can take comfort in the fact that I'm no longer "forked" at Asian restaurants.. Posted by: lisa at December 5, 2003 05:28 PM "Forked!" I love it! Posted by: mitchell at December 5, 2003 07:22 PM Post a Comment |
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